Jennifer met Tempest at Poet's Corner. She was in schock. Tempest could tell that Jennifer's entire body was trembling. "What have I done?" Jennifer asked Tempest. "He's never going to speak to me again." "Jennifer, don't be silly, it's not like your a prostitute. Just give it some time, he'll come around," Tempest said as she tried to calm Jennifer down. After a two cups of herbal tea and some supportive conversation from Tempest, Jennifer was feeling a little better. "Well, enough crying in my Earl Grey, what's going on in your life?" Jennifer asked. "Well, I think I'm finally over Chaise. I've been seeing this guy named Jason. He's so wonderful. He's the complete opposite of Chaise." The girls talked for another hour and then departed both feeling better.
Jennifer decided to drive around for a while and sort things out. After a while, she knew what she had to do. Ten minutes later she was at Brock's condo, knocking on the door. Brock opened the door with a Budweiser in hand. It looked like he'd had a few already. "What? Fully dressed, Jennifer I must say, I'm disappointed," Brock slurred at her. "Look, I know I deserved that and I know that I deserve to have you never speak to me again. But, please, I just want you to hear me out," Jennifer begged. "Go ahead," Brock sighed resignedly and took a seat on the counter.
Jennifer told Brock about her mother and father and how she was on her own financially from the beginning. "You don't understand what it's like to grow up without having the support of your father to run to when times get really tough," Jennifer said, "You and your spoiled, rich friends like Chelsea get checks from Mommy and Daddy all the time; you've never had to worry about how you were going to feed yourself or pay the bills." "No Jennifer, I can understand how that would be very difficult, what I don't understand is why in the two years we've been together, you have never confided in me. You have allowed our entire relationship to be a sham, not to mention the fact that you have destroyed my trust in you. Do you have any idea how much danger you have put yourself in these past two years. My God, one of the guys at the party tonight is a known criminal," Brock bellowed. "Look, when I first came to Savannah, I promised myself that I would never depend on any man to support me, that no matter what I would take care of myself. That's why I couldn't ask you for help. I had to do it on my own," Jennifer desperately tried to make Brock understand. "I'm afraid you've done the exact opposite, Jennifer," Brock said with a grim smile. "You have made yourself a slave to the very type of man you despise."
Jennifer stood there in a daze. He was right, oh my God, he was right. Everything she had worked for... She had been so proud of herself for making it on her own. All of sudden, she burst into tears. She was so incredibly ashamed of herself. "I have to go," Jennifer said. "Wait, you're in no condition to drive," Brock tried to stop her as she bolted for the door. "Brock, I am so sorry for everything. I know you'll never forgive me, but please believe me when I say that I never meant to hurt you," and with that Jennifer ran from the condo into her car and out of Brock's life.